I have fallen into your folds -
beguiled by light and shade
enticed by incense of promise.
The gentle fragility of siren petals
tempts me close cheeked
to experiment with soft touch.
I have fallen into your folds -
a conspiracy of moment
holds me
as you unwrap from bud
flourishing, unfurled -
the drawing of newly laundered silk.
I have fallen into your folds
a shadow passing with the sun.
1 comment:
Excellent, exceeding excellence!
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